Oh, you guys. Mabel. She's a MESS. A boogery eyed, boogery nosed face only her mama could love. Like, for real. Even the ever-loving Vivian was like "MOM. Her FACE. It is SO. Gross." We're headed to the pediatrician if tomorrow morning looks like this morning, when I got her out of her crib and found dried up chunks of eye boogers like, everywhere. You're so very welcome for that visual. You're also very welcome to send a personal check to the "Winter From Hell Medical Bill Fund." (Or not, whatever, just saying.) (If my cats starve to death IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.) She's had the worst winter ever, our Mabes. Unless you ask one of my very funny friends, who said to me this morning: "Poor MG has had the worst winter EVER, except like the first one when the colonists didn't have food and shelter and all died and shit. Only that one was worse." I die. Figuratively, not literally/colonially.
So after naps, we went outside. Because spring in Colorado is amaaaaazing and also because it was that or start drinking wine at 3pm. Maybe fresh air would clear the eye boogers?
When we were outside, some neighbors came by on their bikes. Now that it's spring, we have neighbors! Who go outside! Because my kids are the most social creatures in all of the west, they ran to the end of the driveway to wave. And the neighbors stopped. And I recognized the mom because she happened to be the doctor who stitched up Anderson's face, so the mom and I got to chatting while our kids became fast friends. And I heard Anderson invite the new friends inside for a granola bar. Whatever, knock yourselves out, thank you for NOT offering this doctor's kids candy or cookies. Except they were kind of gone awhile. Until the bigger new friend came out and said "hey, lady? Um, your boy? He's playing with sparkles." Vivi was right on the bigger new friend's heels, and corrected the new friend: "FARKLES." The letter S! It's so overrated! And then, the littler new friend came out and was like "AND THERE'S GLUE." So at that point, I said a hasty goodbye to the mom and grabbed the girls and ran inside and YOU GUYS, it was like a flippin' Ke$ha concert up in here. I don't even have a picture because I was too busy being like "OMG SO MANY SPFARKLES!!!" Do you know how long it takes to get a full bottle of glitter off of your whole entire kitchen? A Doc McStuffins and half a Gaspard and Lisa, that's how long.
hi! welcome to my blog, where i write about our life in durango, colorado. mostly i write about being a sahm to our three: anderson, vivian, and the newest addition, mabel gray (mg, mabes, etc.) yeah, three babies in just under four years. wheeeeeee! sometimes i write about stuff other than the mom stuff. like ... um ... okay, it's pretty much all about the mommyness up in here. i own it.